The engagement affair part 22

“But we can’t keep up with this sort of “training” all the
time! You have other things to learn.” She scowled back
up at him.
“But I can’t stop like this. You can’t stop now!”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Please make me do what I’m supposed to do.” He
said. He pushed her hands closer, which in turn pushed
her breásts tighter around his length.
“What do you mean?” she asked with a puzzled look.
“Please…make me cüm!!!” Nataniel replied. His knees
shook as a bolt of intense pleasure shot down his
spine.
Sofia scrunched her nose in thought. “If I do, will you
promise you’ll leave me alone for the rest of the day?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Say you promise.” Sofia said. She mashed her
mounds even tighter around his cöck.
“I promise.” Nataniel whispered.
“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Sofia tried to stand
up again.
“I…PROMISE!!” Nataniel said louder.
Sofia beamed, showing her perfect set of snow-white
teeth. “Where do you want to finish off?” she gripped
his shaft and gave it a few affectionate strokes.
“On…on your bööbs!” he exhaled.
“As if I needed to ask. Don’t…just don’t shoot wildly
and mess up my hair, okay? I spent a long time
washing it this morning.” She pulled her tank over her
head, unhooked her purple bra and folded the items
neatly onto a cardboard box. Nataniel’s eyes bulged at
the sight of her swaying melons.
“Oh gawd! I can’t get enough of your breásts, Sofia.”
“You have to.” she replied simply. She drooled some
saliva into her hand, wrapped her slippery fingers
around his throbbing shaft, and with her other arm
supporting her breásts, she aimed his Joystick at them
and began to stroke him. Her fist blurred faster and
within a minute his hips bucked and he moaned. His
dìck jerked and sent his cüm flying. Some shot up on
her cheek and forehead and Sofia had to pull her head
back to avoid it from getting into her hair. He gasped
as he let go the last couple of spurts and she slowed
down her strokes, milking him until he stopped
cümming. Her breásts were covered yet again and the
whitish fluid slid down and dropped to the floor
between them.
“You happy now?” she asked him. Nataniel could only
smile. He stood up and reached over her to grab a box
of Kleenex tissues from the shelf. Sofia opened it up
and extracting a couple of sheets, proceeded to wipe
his cüm off her arms and breásts, muttering
incoherently. Just then they heard the main door to the
store open.
“I’ll see who that is.” Nataniel said. He pulled up his
boxers and shorts before leaving Sofia to clean herself
up.
“Look here, Emelia, I think I’ve had enough!!!” Oleg
yelled at her into the phone. “You keep telling me you’ll
talk to your parents about us. You never do. Now you
want me to come down. How do you expect me to
look, especially with your Nataniel boyfriend around?!!”
“He’s not my boyfriend!!” Emelia yelled back at him. “I
told you it’s not that simple. They are still trying to get
to terms of me not wanting to be with him!! You have to
be patient with me!”
“I’ve been patient. I’ve been patient a long time. You’ve
been out there for almost three weeks!! We’ve been
together for almost a year now, but you keep referring
to me as your “friend”. How do you expect me to feel?”
“Look Oleg…”
“Something deep within me tells me you don’t want to
tell your folks about me.”
“That’s not true Nataniel!!! If you were here things will
be much easier!!!” she blurted out before she realized
her mistake.
“What did you just call me?”
“Look I’m sorry Oleg, I didn’t mean to…”
“Listen. Here’s the deal. You choose either him or me. I
can’t continue seeing you if I don’t know where I
stand.”
“So you’re breaking up with me? You Bleeping
coward!!! You can’t even stand up to another man to
defend your girl!!! Get lost!!! I don’t ever want to hear
your voice again!!!” she yelled, tears bursting from her
eyes.
To Be Continued…